An involuntary shudder ran through me from the base of my spine to the tips of my fingers.
This was a risk. To muddy the safe waters I’d found myself in.
He eased my bottoms and underwear off. I reached for my T-shirt, still rolled up to my breasts. Pandora rolled to the side. Asher caught her without looking and waited—patient and still—until I was ready.
He handed me the penguin.
Then he vanished between my thighs.
I let my head fall back into the pillows.
Heat met heat.
His tongue searched and found.
Lick. Lick. Lick. Suck.
I gasped and held Pandora tighter.
Asher continued.
Bolder. Faster. Like a man who had been waiting a very long time and had finally, finally been given permission to stop waiting. He feasted like he was making up for lost time and had no intention of rushing a single second of it.
I stared up at the blue silk canopy.
The blue silk canopy stared back.
I couldn’t wait to tell my sister about why older men might just be the answer.
Chapter 11
Asher
The more I plunged my tongue into her hot wet heat the more her thighs twitched and the louder her gasps grew. I traced my tongue all the way to the top and began all over again—circling that swollen little clit before making my way back down, this time sucking one fat lip between mine until she moaned for me.
Her soft toy bashed my head.
I ignored it and worked my way upwards again. Teasing her clit with my teeth before sucking. Slow. Deliberate. Giving her exactly what she needed and nothing more until she was desperate enough to beg for it.
She wasn’t wet.
She was drenched.
My face was soaked.
And I fucking loved it.
I was covered in my son’s wife’s pussy.
I smiled against her and pried her open, working my tongue from top to bottom.
Again and again.
Teasing. Retreating. Returning.
Until she screamed Daddy.
Until she gushed against my face, my tongue, my lips.